Sep 2012
I can't satisfy my desire
to touch and to hold and to caress your body
with my hands,
for my eyes
capture
every detail of your silhouette.
With these palms and fingers,
I want your alter-ego
to part from this paper torso of lead, charcoal, and bread crumbs.
Transcend to this medium so that my pencil may stop.
to touch and to hold and to caress your body
with my hands,
for my eyes
capture
every detail of your silhouette.
With these palms and fingers,
I want your alter-ego
to part from this paper torso of lead, charcoal, and bread crumbs.
Transcend to this medium so that my pencil may stop.
An idea I had when my art professor talked about how an artist can fall in love with the model he or she is drawing.
(Minnesota)
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